Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
UT,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.